English poem
William Young
by Victor Hugo (1802–1885)
A LOVE FOR WINGED THINGS.
[XXXVII., April 12, 1840.]
My love flowed e'er for things with wings. When boy I sought for forest fowl, And caged them in rude rushes' mesh, And fed them with my breakfast roll; So that, though fragile were the door, They rarely fled, and even then Would flutter back at faintest call!
Man-grown, I charm for men.
BABY'S SEASIDE GRAVE.
("Vieux lierre, frais gazon.")